Old Sarge's Drop Zone housed the one armed man.
They stole his freedom with a driving ban.
He held his head low with a brow in hand.
Old Sarge's Drop Zone, sinking into the sand.
I hope he finds his hand.
He left a widow out for Central Ave.
He wore the label as a blackened clad.
He couldn't lay low with a mindless head
Old Sarge's Drop Zone, leaving with the land.
I hope he finds his hand, yeah, I hope he finds his...
Old Sarge's Drop Zone left me bitter man.
Poorly unstable disutopian.
Wide-eyed and candled leeching on the brain.
Old Sarge's Drop Zone, leaving me insane,
But I don't keep up lately.
Morning after I've been waiting.
Why should I lie down with the undertow?
I keep my high lit but I'm sinking stones.
Simply forgotten, born to the unknown.
Old Sarge's Drop Zone, bound to die alone.
So tell me that I'll need it.
No, I don't think I'll need it.
Morning after I've been treated.
There's nothing I believe in.
< Old Sarge's Drop Zone >
released February 1, 2016
Pete Cahlstadt - Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Organ
Nate Jaenecke - Drums, Percussion
Matt Estep - Piano, Production (Engineering, Mixing, Mastering)
Dylan Cotrell - Alto Saxophone
Chris Perepezko - Baritone Saxophone
Patrick Hart - Trumpet
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